English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809 |
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... gone so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain : - ' She could not make the like again . ' Sith Nature thus gave her the praise , To be the chiefest work she wrought ; In faith , methink ! some better ways On your behalf ...
... gone so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain : - ' She could not make the like again . ' Sith Nature thus gave her the praise , To be the chiefest work she wrought ; In faith , methink ! some better ways On your behalf ...
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... gone , heartless am I , For why ? thou art with her possest ! Therefore , my heart , go hence in high , And bide with her thou luvës best . Though this belappit body here Be bound to servitude and thrall , My faithful heart is free ...
... gone , heartless am I , For why ? thou art with her possest ! Therefore , my heart , go hence in high , And bide with her thou luvës best . Though this belappit body here Be bound to servitude and thrall , My faithful heart is free ...
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... gone , For ever and ay ! Through languor of my sweet , So thirléd is my spreit , My days are most complete , Through her absence : Christ , sen she knew my smart , Ingraven in my heart , Because I must depart From her presence ! Adieu ...
... gone , For ever and ay ! Through languor of my sweet , So thirléd is my spreit , My days are most complete , Through her absence : Christ , sen she knew my smart , Ingraven in my heart , Because I must depart From her presence ! Adieu ...
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... gone . I see what will ye more ? She will me gladly kill : And you shall see therefore That she shall have her will . I can not live with stones , It is too hard a food : I will be dead at once To do my Lady good . Anonymous . 22 WHEN ...
... gone . I see what will ye more ? She will me gladly kill : And you shall see therefore That she shall have her will . I can not live with stones , It is too hard a food : I will be dead at once To do my Lady good . Anonymous . 22 WHEN ...
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... gone , Boast not yourselves at all , For here at hand approacheth one Whose face will stain you all ! The virtue of her lively looks Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other books To read or look upon . In each of her two ...
... gone , Boast not yourselves at all , For here at hand approacheth one Whose face will stain you all ! The virtue of her lively looks Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other books To read or look upon . In each of her two ...
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English Lyrics: Chaucer to Poe; 1340 1809 (Classic Reprint) William Ernest Henley No preview available - 2018 |
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